the    train   is   a    dashing   arrow 
 over              the               sea. 
                                     
                                    
                                     
 look   closer   -   it's   not    water. 
                                    
                                  
                                    
 the  lowland which was once the  midriff 
 of  sweden.  the  salt  flats  span  for 
 hundreds  of  miles. from  a narrow line 
 of hills  the  train lowers  itself onto 
 the  crystals and shoots  north,  like a 
 syringe       into       a       baloon. 
                                  
                                
                                  
                                
                                  
 they  call it  the "mandelbrot  crater", 
 and it is the rest of a mining disaster. 
                                    
                                   
                                    
 sun  hits the four-railed track,  as  it 
 fractures  into  villages  or past them. 
 the  people  here  are  pale  but crisp, 
 reflections   of   some    other   world 
                                     
                                    
                                     
 they always seem a bit  annoyed that you 
 are  manifesting  them   into   physical 
 form.  like if  you  weren't here,  they 
 would  be  nothing  more  than  the  sun 
 against           the           platform